Aahna Sharma Novels & Stories

"Everyone, dismissed." Maureen gave Olivia a respectful nod before turning to leave, and the others followed. The gym emptied quickly, leaving Olivia and Asher standing alone in the gym. Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, feeling the sting of her earlier failure still fresh. "I heard them," she said quietly. "The others. They think Thelia is better." Asher frowned, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. "Thelia’s had years of training. You’ve barely had a week. No one expects you to be perfect overnight, Olivia."

Arohi started to talk "Sahiba sorry baby I just want to surprise you .Mr Mehra is here to shoot a documentary on dad's musical event. " "Ooh ok " "Please you all can call me Siddharth " " Ok then you should also call us by our names, you know me I am aarohi ., she is rachna and this blushing beauty is Sahiba sheikh " "Okay i'm Siddharth Mehra and he is " " I am Zaheer khan". He tried to impress the special girl. Aarohi wanted to clear her doubt so she asked " Tell me why are you people scared to see us I mean we don't look so bad "

I only prayed for the best for all of us. " please don't mind Faryah, she talks a lot" I heard Raihanna say as I sat opposite her and offered her a juice box. She was a very beautiful woman. The first time I saw her, I was amazed. Her dark skin and beautiful smile were amazing. I honestly couldn't stop thinking about her. She was a daughter of a friend of Ummah's. They were Nigerians and Masha Allah, they were really beautiful. I felt something for her and I really wanted to get to know her more. " It's fine, she's a nice woman, her husband is at work or something?" I asked as I fully focused on her. " Uhh, her husband, well honestly all that is a very long story" She answered as she dropped

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

Next day I shifted from my aunt house to my new room. At my new room I met my roomates -Ayesha and Sara. Ayesha was from Indore and Sara from Hyderabad. Both were engineering students. Ayesha was a tall and fair girl with oval face, big eyes, pointed nose, injected fuller upper lips and black silky hairs. Sara on the other hand was a medium height girl who was a little healthy with diamond face shape small eyes, curved nose,thin lips and black curly hairs.

Diksha said and I can't help but smile brightly A&A academy is my dream academy but it's out of my league. But if I can win here then I will get a chance to take training from there. " so I guess you both understand what I mean? You have to participate in this and I hope you both win because you both are best in what you do." Mrs. Disha said "man that's a really great chance. Thank you so much for making us participate in this.." I told her "mam I can't participate here I'm sorry. You can find someone else to participate." Aashank said and I turned my head in a jet speed towards him

"What the flying fuck are you wearing?!" Kiara stared in horror as Shelly strutted into the Cafe shop like one of those preppy high school bitches dressed in black mini skirt and black crop top with a lot of make up. Her natural blond hair was dyed fire red looking very vibrant and slutty. "Oh please!" Shelly rolled her eyes at her. "I'm trying out a new look it doesn't call for too much attention." "Oh it most definitely does," Kiara gulped.

And perhaps that is what makes each & every human being a spectacular vision. And I have to tell you, Shayla, I have fallen in love with one such spectacular person. Her name is Alana - Alana Khan. You already know about her, she is the girl I was talking about on the phone. But I always feel more comfortable while writing to you - and you know that.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

And next to him was an arrogant-looking woman, it must be his wife Megha Rana, she had a bit similar feature with Karan Rana. There was an old lady in plain saree, she was Shobha Rana. Karan Rana was standing next to her putting his hand around her shoulder, and next to him, a beautiful woman, whose arms wrapped around his arm. She was his wife Ananya Nuka. Reading her name Sohu remembered that she was the same Ananya Nuka who used to sell Riya Aggarwal's designed clothes by putting her name tag on her clothes. What a corrupt woman?